red rag

man did not invent fire

it was always there

in the belly of the beast

he endeavoured to calm

flaming it’s way uninvited

to scorch those getting

too close

burn baby burn

a chain of patriarchal anger

power to destroy

same shit

different day


My submission to Quadrille Monday, over at dVerse, when we write poems of exactly 44 words (not including the title), using one word provided. You may have already guessed, today the prompt by De is to be on FIRE, for poetry’s sake.







11 thoughts on “red rag

  1. Gospel Isosceles says:

    I used to teach “bad kid” teenagers wilderness survival skills. One was how to make fire by bow-drill, and we would say, “A coal in the hole is a coal in the soul.” (The hole being in a wood plate where the friction causes a tiny coal — the hardest part of flame-starting.) We always looked at it positively, like, let your actions grow from your soul. But now I shudder to think about that metaphor and how so much hard work and energy (seemingly good things) can be used for war and destruction and inflicting pain and horror on others. I mean, we as humans must incessantly keep ourselves, our souls in check to make sure we are not heading that way of fiery devastation, because the potential is always there. Fine poem, Paul.

    • paul scribbles says:

      We use bow drills and flints here at Wiston Lodge where we work with a similar demographic. My poem was kindled by the thought of the first fire and how to man it may well have seemed utterly devastating until he learned to harness it’s energies. That led me to ponder about that fire within that has caused MANkind to be so destructive. It really is time for WOMANkind to teach us another way.

  2. Victoria C. Slotto says:

    The comments your poem kindled show what a powerful success yours is. How to harness our energy is at the core of so many issues. I liked teaching art to troubled teens when I was a docent. Poetry, I believe, is such a perfect outlet for so many of our energies, both negative and positive. Great poem.

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